The Daughter of Hermes
I wake up to my heart pounding against my chest, my body covered in sweat, and my head swirling with pain and confusion. I wipe some of the sticky sweat off of my forehead with the back of my hand. I slow down my thundering heartbeat and turn my body on my side so I'm facing my digital clock. 5:12 it flashed in crimson letters. That's about an hour ahead of when I would've usually woken up on a summer day. ( I know that seems really early for a summer day but I wake up early to get some private time away from my step family.) But no, I have to wake up drenched in sweat and with a pounding headache. I've been having… nightmares. Very vivid, bone rattling, frequent nightmares.
They started late last year. They weren't as confusing or as long as they are now, but they still made me wake up about twenty minutes ahead of schedule. As the nights went on the nightmares would wake me up farther ahead of what I would hope for. They were starting to get really confusing. Like last night's. I dreamt I was running, sprinting full speed away from something that I'm pretty sure was trying to kill me. There was a dense fog that you could barely see through. I was tripping over a bunch of things that I had no clue as to what they were. My breath was short and quick. After a while of running I noticed another set of fast breaths. It was then I finally realized the sweaty hand that was locked with mine. I tried to speed up to see who it was but my legs wouldn't let me. I heard screams behind me and shouting and crashes and the thundering boom of something, something HUGE coming our way. At first I was relieved because it sounded far away. But then the ground started shaking and the vibrations traveled up my legs and into my ears. I heard a ringing. I knew the thing was closing in the space between us. Suddenly we hooked a left and kept running. After a few minutes we hid behind a tree. We squatted next to each other, catching our breath. I looked up to see the face of a very charming boy. He had chocolate brown hair and green eyes. He was a little taller than me. He had a leather jacket on and black pants. For some reason I knew he wasn't Goth or something. Probably because of his eyes but it felt like I knew him. Suddenly a blinding flash of light exploded and I exited my dream.
It's strange dreams like this that wake me up so early. Some of them are terrifying. Like I'd be falling off of a cliff to my doom or drowning. They even felt real. But when I woke up I told myself that that's insane, improbable, impossible. Stuff like that just doesn't happen. Only in books, movies, or TV shows, should that be possible.
I sighed and got up out of bed. I stood up and stretched my arms straight up into the air and completely fell to the floor. "Ow." I complained as I laid on the carpet. My legs were trembling as if I had just ran 20 miles. I could barely stand but I was not going to crawl all the way to the bathroom. Even if no one else was in there. I stood up and grasped all the furniture to the bathroom. I basically collapsed onto the floor. I groaned and forced myself to sit on the edge of a bathtub. I grabbed my jet black brush and combed my blonde hair and let it fall loose against my back. I then brushed my teeth with complimentary toothpaste. Oh yeah did I forget to mention that I live in a hotel? Well I do and it's a long story as to how that happened.
When I was eight I had attended a public school in Clermont Florida. I had some friends and they were all boys. I'm a tomboy, not a frilly, twirly, girly girl. I had never worn a skirt or dress and I never dreamt of using makeup. I was always playing with the boys. I would play LEGOS with them and tell jokes. I had good grades too. I'm very smart by the way. Especially with money. Anyway, one day my step father Dave had gotten a very good deal at a new hotel in near Seaworld. The D.S.C. It stood for Daniel Shepperd Charles. Or at least that's what they told me. Dave told us that we would be living in a hotel! Can you believe that? It's crazy I think. But even though I didn't want to leave my friends at school I had too. Don't get me wrong I love my "family" and they're really nice it's just that I didn't want to leave. When we got to the hotel we each got our own separate room except for my mom and Dave. My little step-brother Dan even had his own room! After we got settled in I never saw a check for staying at the hotel. Talk about a good deal! It was very beautiful and fancy and the service was great! Don't think that just because I live in a hotel that I don't have to go to school. Because then you would be wrong. I attended a magnet school that was a ten minute drive. There was a tram that took us because of where we lived. I never made any friends at my new school. I just didn't want any attention drawn to myself. I didn't want my social life getting in the way of my work and most of the kids there I wouldn't even consider to hang out with. Most of them were spoiled rotten, mean brats that got bad grades and got in trouble.
Dan and I were great friends though. I felt a protectiveness over him even if we weren't related. We would tease each other and make jokes but we always cared for one another. He's nine and I'm thirteen. I would turn fourteen next year September 22.
I lived with my real mother until I was five. I saw my real father twice in my life, but I always remembered him. Sandy, blonde hair, blue eyes, and a mischevious smile. My mother had brown hair brown eyes and a smile that could light the room. They were madly in love with each other, even if they barely saw one another. I miss them so much. I still have and always will have a burning question in my heart... why did they leave me?
I decided to leave my hair down. I parted it in the back and split it into two sections and put the left side in front of my left shoulder and vice versa. I changed into some jean knee-length shorts and a green tank top. I put my socks and black converses on and my heart shaped, flat metal necklace on and walked out the door at 6:15. I walked down the hallway past my family's rooms and around the corner of the interior designing on the walls. I decided that I would walk down the steps today.